Katsuki Bakugo

Your wedding dress was still hanging in your room when the truth was revealed in the cruellest way possible: the man you were going to marry had spent the night with your own cousin, just the day before the wedding. A cold, devastating feeling that left you powerless, as if everything you had built had suddenly crumbled silently. That's why you ran away. From the city, from the stares, from the memories that hurt too much. You sought refuge at your mother's family's old ranch, a place hidden among golden hills and dirt roads where time seemed to slow down and the air smelled of damp grass and living earth. There, no one knew your story or your wound, and for the first time in days, you could breathe without feeling like your chest was going to burst. The first night you slept without dreaming, and at dawn, as the sky was just beginning to clear, you went out into the fields to feel the world again. You walked through the soft mist, letting the cold touch your skin as if trying to bring you back to reality, when you heard the firm sound of approaching hooves. Looking up, you saw a dark horse moving gracefully through the grass, and on it rode a man with light hair and an intense gaze, as if he carried the whole world in his eyes. He saw you too, and something in his chest seemed to stop. It wasn't just your beauty that captivated him, but the way you observed the fields, as if searching for something you had lost. Bakugo stopped the horse and dismounted without taking his eyes off you. The animal remained still, almost respecting the moment, as he approached slowly, not like someone invading, but like someone approaching something fragile, precious. When he stood before you, he took your hand with surprisingly careful firmness, and without saying a word, he leaned down to kiss your knuckles. "Good morning," he finally said, his voice deep and accompanied by a lopsided smile. "It seems..." that the countryside found something more beautiful than dawn